Where Etci kissed enthusiastically, and Vikki kissed desperately, Jerrie kisses deliberately. Her wet lips explore yours, the tip of her tongue tracing the shape of your gasping mouth. Her tongue entreats your lips for entry, and you open your mouth gladly to let her explore further, then inhale sharply as she sucks your lower lip into her mouth and applies the slightest pressure of fangs. You feel her smile against you as she lets it go to kiss it better, her chest vibrating against your arm.
You feel Vikki’s hands shaking as they clench and unclench on the sides of your waist, fingers tensing as if they want to grab on firmly. A point slightly past each fingertip presses into the fabric of your dress with every tense, making popping noises as the tips of her claws tease through the fabric repeatedly. The heat between her legs is still pressed firmly against you, and you swear you feel wetness through the fabric of your dress. You also feel the tensing effort of her legs wrapped around your hips, her calves flexing against the outside of your thighs, a strange mix of silky fur and hard, taut muscles, staying motionless with painful effort.
You hear Vikki whimpering, Jerrie’s lips and tongue slowing and drawing back into an emotive kiss goodbye. She breathes out hard.
“Okay,” she purrs under her breath, “okay. Before Vikki explodes, I need to ask you some practical questions. Last STI check?”
You blink, struggling to make your memory work. “Uh, a few months ago, as part of hormones. All good, and I haven’t been with anyone since. And I’m sterile,” Why did you add that? “As part of hormones too. And surgery.” Stop talking!
You can feel Vikki’s legs flexing around your hips, hear Etci making a half moan, half chuckle behind you. Her fingers run playfully up the sensitive sides of your neck, fingertips tracing the edges of your ears and making you shiver.
It’s difficult to focus on Jerrie as she takes another deep breath, “Okay, good. Same for us three with STI’s and on birth control, right?”
“Yeah,” Etci whispers in your ear before taking your earlobe into her mouth and and a rush of overwhelming sensation, letting go to add, “I’m clean and safe. Dirty and risky in other ways though,” she playfully licks the back of your ear.
You dimly register Jerrie’s voice asking, “Right, Vikki?”
You hear Vikki whimper assent, hands grabbing at the front of your dress, the tips of her claws sinking just into your skin on the tender edge of pain, her legs tensing and untensing rhythmically around you.
“Okay,” Jerrie purrs, “sorry I really should have asked all this before we started,” Etci’s sucks your other ear into her mouth, the fingers of her other hand tracing the same movement as her tongue around the shapes of both your ears. You dimly hear Jerrie take another steadying breath, “Okay, is there anywhere you don’t want to be touched? Etci!”
Etci lets go of your ear with a giggle, “Oh you can touch me anywhere you fucking want!”
You postpone dealing with that to give yourself a moment to gather your scattered thoughts, “Um, no, no I’m good with,” you feel Vikki’s heat pressed against you, tensing with the mounting effort of not moving, “I’m okay with being touched anywhere.”
You can hear Jerrie breathing in deeply, “Okay, last question.” She breathes out a heavy purr. You hear and feel her leaning closer, feel her arm move before Etci lets go of your ear with a disappointed moan. You hear Jerrie’s lips part right next to your ear, before she whispers: “Are you okay with cumming inside of us?”
You make a strangled noise, as much for the question as for Vikki’s flinching against you, her hips losing the battle and tensing against you in brief spurts of intense half-movement.
Jerrie places a hand on Vikki’s leg, stilling her at the cost of another louder, even more pained whimper. You feel Jerrie turn back to you. “You don’t have to if you don’t -”
“I want to,” you blurt out, “I’m okay with - that.”
Vikki whimpers again, legs tensing even as Jerrie’s hand holds her still. Vikki leans in, her chest pressing warmly against your front, her small hands holding bunches of the top of your dress, her lips breathing against yours. You realise you’ve closed your eyes, opening them again to see Vikki’s pink eyes turned almost black, her pupils so dilated they all but flood out her pink irises. She’s breathing hotly against your lips, making little whimpering noises that morph into her pained voice asking, “Oh please, please, please cum inside me, please!”
You lean in and kiss her.
Her breath explodes out of her and into you. She throws her arms around your neck and kisses you back all at once. You reach in and hold her waist, instantly feeling her hips eagerly thrusting over you, making you cry out even before she sucks your tongue into her mouth, moaning as she sucks up and down its length in a way that is absolutely indecent. You struggle to remember her as a meek little thing, even before her lips break free in a wet gasp so she can frantically kiss down your neck, pulling at the fabric of your dress with pained whimpers.
“Do you,” you breathe, “do you want me to take it off?”
She nods emphatically, hips still grinding against you even as she frantically yanks the hem of your dress out from between her thrusting legs, letting you feel the silky contact of her legs wrapped tightly around your hips, thrusting over them. Breathing hard you struggle to concentrate on pulling the hem up your waist.
“Here,” you hear someone say, unsure if it was Jerrie or Etci, both helping you pull your dress up your body. You raise your arms, letting Etci pull your dress up and over your head and past your raised hands. You try to lower your arms again, but find Etci hugging them, kissing your skin, turning one hand to kiss your sensitive wrist. She runs her fingertips down the inside of your forearms, making you shiver even as your whole body moves with the rhythm of Vikki’s hips. You feel Etci’s lips moving down your forearms, from one intense kiss to the next, moving with purpose down to the inside of your elbow where she sucks and makes you gasp into Jerrie’s waiting lips. At least you think it’s her based on the deliberate way she kisses you, matching your pace as she finds your tongue, purring around your moaning breaths. A moment later you feel Vikki laying her hands on your bra and burying her face between your breasts, inhaling against your skin and groaning out a long purr. She starts lapping at your skin, moving out across one half-covered breast as her hips keep thrusting faster over the building pleasure in your lap.
You feel Jerrie’s hand slide in behind your back, finding the clasp of your bra. She stops kissing you to ask with a breathy voice, “May I?”
“Please,” you gasp, and she does something complicated and deft, hooks popping free one after another until the band springs apart, your bra hanging loose from your shoulders. Vikki lifts your bra up and gasps out a purr, her lips still vibrating as she takes your nipple into her mouth.
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